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The wilds of her imagining Close and still and lingering . . Photo by @kelseycherry
My favorite Christian Wiman poem, possibly, is one of his more recent ones. ”There is no consolation in the thought of God, he said, slamming another nail in another house another havoc had half-taken. Grace is not consciousness, nor is it beyond. To hell with remembrance, to hell with heaven, hammer is the prayer of the poor and the dying. And as wind in some lordless random comes to rest, and all the disquieted dust within, peace came to the hinterlands of our minds, too remote to know, but peace nonetheless.” . . Photo by @kelseycherry
Quiet velvet wrapping my branches Setting sun stippling the loam Forest preening, daylight prances Quiet velvet, soft and slow. This greening shadowland entrances With scattershot birdsong afterglow All my over shoulder glances Are silent signs from a woman thrown. My body floating like a phantom— Is this hell or heaven? I hardly know. But something in me winks and dances And I am lost and found, and so Unruly in my second chances, Like a wildflower in the overgrowth. Love a million tiny lances And mine a willing heart laid low While quiet velvet wraps my branches I am burst and bathed and burned by hope. -Audrey Assad . . Photo by @kelseycherry
There’s a coffee maker behind me on the counter. It relates this image to the text tile in the middle of this grid and no one can convince me otherwise. 😬 📷 by @kelseycherry
I casually said this on Instagram one day and it blew up!! I am having coffee mugs made with this for our store, which we will re-launch very soon. Caffeine and courage, hominids. Caffeine and courage. Would any of the hominids still reading this be interested in some kind of art print of this saying?
Nbd, just casually adjusting my sneakers in my Sexy First Lady™️ shirt Photo by @kelseycherry, in @jonathan_merritt’s apartment.
“We all become the well-disguised mirror image of anything that we fight too long or too directly. That which we oppose determines the energy and frames the questions after a while. Most frontal attacks on evil just produce another kind of evil in yourself, along with a very inflated self-image to boot.” - Richard Rohr, Falling Upward . . In context, this quote is about what happens when we leave behind a group (particularly a religious one) or a set of religious ideas. Sometimes we continue to define ourselves by the group or the ideas, creating a photographic negative of our old self. Same image, different colors. . There is freedom in letting go, both of the old ways AND the hatred of the old ways. . . Photo by @kelseycherry
She understands that everything belongs. Her promised land is the ground she’s walking on.
Heart of filament and fibers The warp and weft of heaven in our skin and follicles Electric cords unsevered from the source of all that is and all that ever was I am alive in the silence of all things o ground of being o ground of being are we dreaming? are You? . . . Love in every sodden tether all rooted down where there’s no way to be a prodigal flowing in our blood and feathers in the soil beneath my feet I can see your kingdom come am I alive in the silence of all things? o ground of being o ground of being are we dreaming? are You? . . 📷 by @kelseycherry
As far as nowhere As far as I can see From east to west there is no place you don’t breathe When all is laid bare, at the bottom of my grief I will find you.
Beyond ideas Beyond the veil of time Beyond all color and bending of the light Beyond all concepts and movements of the mind I will find you. Visit the link in my profile and became a patron at $5 or more per month to hear this song.
Don’t take my uncertainty from me, God; it is how I know the eyes of my heart are open.